Morning sunlight poured into Harrison's bedroom. Veronica woke up slowly, warm, safe, tangled in silk sheets that smelled like him. Her body ached in the sweetest way. She was wearing Harrison's black shirt. His big, oversized shirt that fell to her knees. She smiled shyly and looked beside her — but the bed was empty. Her heart dropped. "Harrison?" she called softly, sitting up. The bathroom door opened. Harrison walked out, only in black sweatpants, his chest bare, tattoos shining, hair wet. He looked like a god from a dark romance cover. When he saw her awake, his whole face softened. "You are awake, princess," he said, his voice morning-hoarse and sexy. Veronica blushed. "I thought you left." Harrison got on the bed and pulled her into his lap instantly, kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips. "Leave you? After last night?" he growled possessively, his hands under her shirt, on her bare waist. "I will never leave you again, Veronica. Ever." Veronica g
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